Found poem source:
Golding, William. Lord of the Flies. London: Faber and Faber, 1954. 1-22. Print.
From the Shore to the Sea Beyond
The air was thick with butterflies, lifting, fluttering,
settling.
Little
breezes crept over polished waters beneath a haze of heat.
When
these breezes reached a platform palm-fronds would whisper,
So
that spots of blurred sunlight moved like bright, winged things in the shade.
The beach between the palm terrace and the water
Was a thin bow-stave, endless.
Some
act of God had banked sand inside a lagoon
So
that there was a long, deep pool in the beach
So
deep at one end as to be dark green.
It
was clear to the bottom and bright
With
the efflorescence of tropical weed and coral.
A
school of tiny, glittering fish flicked hither and thither
The ground was covered with coarse grass,
Torn everywhere by the upheavals of fallen trees,
Scattered with decaying coconuts and palm saplings.
Young
palm trees fell and dried, forming a criss-cross pattern of trunks.
The
palms that still stood made a green roof,
Covered
on the underside with a quivering tangle of reflections from the lagoon
The shore was fledged with palm trees
That reclined against the
light
And their green feathers were a hundred feet up in the air.
Out there, perhaps a mile away,
The white surf flinked on a coral reef,
And beyond that the open sea was dark blue.
